Corinne was telling us about the Christmas Carnival thing coming up at her kids’ school. Her daughter’s classroom is auctioning off a Kindle book reader. This information, of course, sent me off on a rant about how those things are the devil and how a book is supposed to have pages and a certain smell and feel and you can take it anywhere and you don’t need batteries to enjoy it. Corinne agreed – there’s just something about a book.
Kim listened to us, but didn’t chime in. She’s not a reader; maybe she doesn’t have an opinion either way. But after Corinne walked back down the hall, Kim yelled over to me from her office next door:
Kim: You know, I suggested that to Jimi as a Christmas gift for you last year.
Me: Oh. (I’m thinking, “I’m glad he didn’t get me one; I like books.” But it’s a super thoughtful suggestion on Kimmie’s part.)
Kim: He said, “She likes books.” He knows you.
Can we say WARM FUZZIES, boys and girls?!
Love that man.